The sound of metal clinking softly against leather whispered through the crisp morning air, so faint that even the great herd of white deer in the meadow remained unaware of the eyes upon them.
Hidden behind a thick curtain of shrubs, Kaelor crouched low, the frame of a seasoned warrior outlined in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.
Short, sun-blonde hair crowned his head, and his steady brown eyes locked through narrow gaps in the foliage, tracking the movements of the herd with patient precision.
